To Aaron,

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s a light to get away.

I am no runaway lover…
No, no runaway lover…

Running like a bat out of hell
For you, for you I fell
Running out of your heaven
An emptiness, now a burden.

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s no signs to get away.

Southern California tune
Moon above our dune
My mind mumbles
My memory rumbles
Rambles, rambles…

We paid a dire dime
To a countless time
Don’t nickel and dime me!
Deep inside, inside of me

I  ran out of your heaven
Running like a bat out of hell
But for your heaven I sure fell
What felt like a blessing is now a burden !

So I’m your runaway lover
Your restless runaway lover
Send me away, send me away
Along the lines of the freeway !

Where there should be
For you and for me
Another runaway
To get away!

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s a light to get away!


August 1st, 2015
Chambéry

You came up to me
It was dark, under the trees
The squirrels were all gone
The  moon  timidly shone
Your hand from my hips
I didn’t push away
You came up to see
If you could kiss my lips
You did
And my clothes– later
You undid
And you were after
My love

Our bodies might
Want to see this slant
Of light in the loneliest night
But I simply can’t
Let you have it
Just because we feel
Simply because well, we… feel like it
We are humans, we’re real
Creatures of desire
We burn, but the bits of this fire
Don’t whisper we should say
Yes, at the end of the day
To anyone coming up to sell

Their passion or frustration
To you. This time, is their beauty
Say, human, pray tell
Enough for you to give them the mirage
Or the image
Of your eternity?
His flesh despised reason
Mine recoiled in horror
And my mind in this season
Saw with an indicible terror
That should my self give in to pleasure
I should at least make sure
That this desire driving me
Is nothing but… my nemesis, my enemy!


September 15, 2015
Villeurbanne

This is some puked poetry
I need to scream it out
I can’t let you go
It’s wearing me out
It’s ******* wearing me out
And this puked poetry
Is unaesthetic
Is tragic
Probably pathetic
To hell with words and that rhyme
It’s worth a dime
I’ll throw it up like some poison
I’ll throw it up cuz I’mna choke on it
Say it say it say it
It’s ******* wearing me out
Okay, time out!
You’re gone, gone gone
I’m gone, gone, gone
And the wind, heck, the wind
Is still there to rewind
Our time
Yeah I know that doesn’t rime
I said to hell with it. You don’t listen
But you let me glisten in the glitters
Of our time together
I’m perhaps in the gutters
But promised I’d love you forever
A curse I endorse
Isn’t that worse
Than letting it go?
But I can’t let you go
Set those lines on fire
They’d excite the pyre
Of my frustration
Drop of metal in fusion
Light it up, light it up
Till the blueish skies
Time flies, flies, flies
One year ago
No, I can’t let you go
I began walking alone in Cali
Fornia, Cauli
Flower
Lover.


September 11, 2015- on that same day, I set foot in Southern California, one year ago

As his hand held the horn
Advancing in the flow
Guided by the gold glow
The scent of a black thorn
Caught his courageous core.
Bravely, his blade he bore
The callous cave calling
The evil and lurking
Mischievous monster
The mourning, mad mother
Of the deceased Grendel.
The ghost of the rebel
Haunting the silent rocks
Bones, brides, breeches, in blocks.

And his hand held the hilt
For no demon will spilt
His burning and blessed blood.
Blue and bright was the sweep
His body sinking deep
In this felonious flood.
He shuddered as he shone
“ Look, I could light your lone”
What a wielder, my woe !”
“ Show yourself, filthy foe
I thus swear, your demise
Will be swift, I promise…”
“ Sweet sayings, o slayer
Come closer, commander,


Epic epitome
Of grace and of beauty
I reckon you royal
I do know you, kind knight
I have been, from afar
Whilst you were with Hrothgar
Beholding, in the night
Your might and your madness.
I praise  your pure prowess
Until my dreaded den
You have disturbed my dawn
And slaughtered my fine fawn…
You must be Beowulf
Son of the bees and wolves. “

“Silence, seditious sin
You are not from my kin
Let alone from my line
You will never be mine !
March, woman, bow your nape
Under my trusted blade
Let your light crimson cape
Fall to the fallen floor
This shelter you have made
Your marooned murky moor
In this stretch naught was found
Your kingdom and your mound
Shall be your last torrent
The moon will be crescent !“

His eyes devoured her
Dear delicious posture
He pondered, standing there
Over her tempting tone
This soft gift of nature…
He wanted her dead, gone
She cursed him with a kiss
Basking in a pure bliss
His sallied sword collapsed
As the time sighed, elapsed
She skimmed him in the sun
With her dark divine dun
Seducing and soft sight
And he had lost the fight


He left her shining side
When the tedious tide
Swallowed his strong structure
As a King, with no cure !



September, 18, 2013

Find
Bind
That light
At night
This white glow
This wild flow
To your mild mind
To your mauled kind
If you are a man
Even a woman
This light will just skim you
This wave will just bless you
And as you are wondering
And as you are pondering
Where on Earth it must have gone
By which hand it had been done
One minute, the seconds have died
Wait! But alas, you have not tied
This escaping light to your body
This everlasting odd energy
Your bitter tears are just about to drop
Soul, your stronger desire was to crop
A light lump of this eternal infinite
A little drop of this nectar to ignite
The shadowy details of your long existence
Your jewelry lost its original essence
Tainted, dirtied, grazed by this running running out time
Though nothing has frozen however here comes the rime
So if this life is a so-called perfect symmetry
Yes, everything fades away, everything but poetry
For it knows the silent, hidden, pure chemistry
To be stronger than this bustling busy clock
When it experiences the writer's block
A verse is waiting to be created
A unique page awaits to be crafted
While against it has lost forever
The time. It has reversed the order
This universal unity
Flares up under the canopy
And in your room, inspired
Your footsteps never tired
You are following it
You are capturing it
It has surrendered
You were not gathered
With this blind mass
It shall not pass
The border
Oh writer
Here is
Iris
Found
Round
∞

May,11, 2013, onboard a train to Paris

Cleopatra, you hold your rose
So distant, but also so close
From your fertile feline *******
As you nonchalantly rest
Enjoying these men’s final breaths.

Your beauty is hellenistic
Plague of Troy, yet, Spartan grace
You breathlessly in your embrace
Pierce their left hearts, o,despotic
Queen of Egypt, bride of The End

Your exposed ***** still displays
Your bored wetness and cruelty
So they can picture the foreplays
They will last see in Agony
“Mercy, iconic royalty!’’

Your maiden’s body at your side
Is shaken by Thanatos’ tide
For she knows about your queerness
Melting in this morbid madness
For your cruel carnal caress









Queer Queen, bitten you have become
Enslaved and bound to a man’s Rome
So a snake to touch you chose
Let me tell you Damascus rose
You fell for Marc’s male-female love!

For the ******* perfume you drank
Humiliated in your chambers
Do you feel the burning embers
You have been marked with, and the fers
To defend and keep your high rank!



April 7, 2015,
Riverside, California

Yes, I am nowhere near me
Ghostly guts, a tear-gas eye
Watery, blurry, glassy
Empty shell of an hourglass
Yet my soul sands still can see
A boisterous love that I
Only find petty, prissy
Through the white scattered mass
Of that blank body you blessed
I’d rather levitate than feel
This past present of peace pressed
Against my longing lips and heal
With a flask of forgetfulness
I’d rather be true to my pulse
Than break it all on an impulse
Leaving the once-too–happy shell
In a now dim and ***** dell

For this is in sorrow only
That you’re around yours truly.

November 17, 2015
Villeurbanne